Scenes from the modern bullshit office

Ok, so my division at work is split into different prgrams, different "interest areas," and mine meets every month for lunch and to discuss administrative matters. It's my job to schedule these meetings and to make sure food is provided. Why my bachelor's degree from a top-tier university uniquely qualifies me for this duty, as opposed to, say, a secretary, was not made clear to me when I was given the assignment.

Anywho. My boss has different rules about who in the group can attend, who gets lunch, and so on. Some are invited for lunch, some are invited but not for lunch, some are only designated as "optional" attendees, etc. etc. It's a pain in my ass, ok? Since I've only done this once or twice before, I email my boss to clarify as to who can attend. He gives me this snotty-ass answer, "I thought we covered this..." That dog won't hunt, monsignor.

Short story long, I am now pissed at my boss and at my group. (I don't know why. I just am.) So in an admittedly feeble and pitiful attempt at retribution, I have set out their beverages 40 minutes early, so that they will all be warm when the group converges. Suck on it, losers.

Angry Hippie sez: "Matt, you are a shining beam of defiance in an otherwise indentured envrionment."

Yes. Yes I am.


UPDATE: I skipped the meeting, too.